[center][h1][color=f26522]Spooky and Friend[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=f26522]"Isn't...Bad!?"[/color] Spooky scolded, still confused and angry at the situation. [color=f26522]"I have to get... home?"[/color]. Spooky was having problems trying to remember why he had to leave. He knew something was supposed to end. It did end and now everything was real. He knew he had to leave, but where was he supposed to be? Was it that fall that jogged his memory or was he just experiencing some shock from the fall? He didn't feel shock, he is Undead. It just ended up confusing him even further, so he tried to think of the situation at hand. Spooky looked down at his hands. Closing them and opening them, it felt so real. Why wouldn't it, right? These are his bony hands surrounded by rusted clad armor. These were his hands. Nanya kept talking about some kind of Game. Spooky wasn't sure what Game she was talking about, but tried to just forget about it and not confuse himself further.
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"Uhh, excuse me... Yes, we should probably head to the nearest town. I believe I have something that could help with my concealment"[/color]. Spooky said, as he swiped at the air. Not sure why he was doing it to begin with, it just felt natural. Of course nothing happened and why would it. After catching himself nonsensically swiping, he paused to think of the item he wanted to equip. A dark flash swarmed his body, dissipating and leaving a cloak behind. The dark ragged cloak almost hid his entire body, save for his gauntlets and sabaton feet. It didn't hide his massive figure, but didn't reveal himself as an Undead or the armor and weapon he wielded. It would have to do.

[color=f26522]"I think this will be sufficient. Lead the way." [/color]Spooky said, turning away and taking another look at the forest. Noticing something rather strange. [color=f26522][i]Why arn't I breathing?[/i][/color]
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